Novel & Cerita Operation Nightwatch Book

I got the rest of my bills and returned to my apartment. =//= As I pinged myself in with my new ID card, I ran into Dr Dawson. He stopped and then pointed his finger at me. "You, come on over to this side." I stepped through the barrier and he pointed out the people who were in his small group of people. "Look at all of theses faces, Ms. Spitz. They are all key members of the team that you'll be joining. They will get up to speed with our current project. Staffers, this is Livia. She will be joining our team on this current project. She will be my supporting assistant. There are guards as well, but there is no need for introduction of them. They don't respond to names."

Ethan's POV The night air was cold. My eyes was alert in the night like day. I stood at the north watchtower, arms folded behind my back, eyes fixed on the dark stretch beyond Blood Moon’s gates. Five nights of standing still while everyone else slept. That was my sentence. Beta Finn’s voice replayed in my head. “You forget your place.” I scoffed quietly, I hadn’t forgotten my place, I knew who I was, a scout. The one who sees what others don’t, and what I saw was a pack that had become too comfortable, and distracted with Alpha Lucien and Luna Maya, gone.

I have seen and heard what you have seen and heard’. ‘Thank you, Aunt Dorothy, before we part. What happened to the Alphas son? I don’t recall seeing him.’ ‘He was sent to be a part of the nights' watch. It’s located on the edges of the Blood Strong pack. He was sent there when he was 11 years old. Some say a war is brewing between wolves, vampires and witches and wizards. Not to mention the human hunters. If a war breaks out, it could end life as we know it. Those on the night watch are supposedly helping to keep the peace. Or at least that’s what Alpha Charles says. However, given his lies already, I’m not so sure’.

With that I fell into a deep slumber. I woke up with a pain in my neck,it wasn't easy sleeping on the bare floor. Also it seemed I had caught a cold, I sneezed and my eyes watered. I checked the time on my Watch..it was one of my most prized possession, it was given to me by Christine as a birthday gift. It was 6:30 AM. I quickly arranged myself, I was hungry as hell,but there was no way I could get anything to eat. The restaurant usually opens by 7:30AM, it would be a very long time but I have no choice.

This better be successful because I have everything to loss if this fails, including Natalie. I lay in bed that night hoping, listening for any sound that my human ear can hear. Waiting for there arrival. Slowly the hours tickle away and it is soon approaching dawn before I hear the first roar of the monsters as they all return home. I jump out of bed and race out into the backyard to see a sight I had not expected.

"Wear it. Now." The watch on the nightstand gleamed like a polished bone. Titanium. Heavy. Beside it lay a note with jagged, aggressive script: Wear this. I need to know your heart still beats. I sat up, the silk sheets sliding off my naked chest. The bedroom was a goddamn cathedral of glass and cold air. It was bigger than the entire servant quarters of the Blackwood pack. I stared at the watch. My pulse thrummed in my neck, a frantic, uneven beat.

We slip into the damp shadows near the eastern wall. Click. My smartwatch hits exactly 6:00 AM. The heavy, oppressive aura of Squad One vanishes, instantly replaced by the sharp, deadly presence of Squad Three moving in to take over the shift. It is time.

After midnight, the city tested the house the way a patient tests a healed scar. Dreams came to the cousins first. Chairs tilted. Bells rang in halls that had sworn not to. A woman who had survived three winters by washing other people’s grief out of shirts woke to find her hands folded as if in prayer. A boy sat up with a scream he forgave himself for before breath had finished apologizing. Silas, in his room, put a hand to his chest and admired the instrument he had tuned even as he refused to name it aloud: The Vigil of Keeps—a citywide sleep in which appetites could be sanctified without mess. In the Valehart study, where the lamp learned green nightly and the hinge had the sill, Evelyn

They were supposed to sleep. The fire had burned down to a bank of coals, red eyes half‑lidded under ash. Most of the escort had already folded themselves into bedrolls, silhouettes soft in the dark. Even Rhea had finally stretched out under her cloak, one arm flung over her face, knife still in easy reach. Talia and one of the Nightfangs sat first watch at the edge of the ward, outlines just visible against the trees. The faint, steady hum of their magic was a second heartbeat under the night sounds, growing almost impatient in Rin’s skin the longer she lay still.

"No one in or out till morning. Tell the others, eyes open, mouths shut." She nodded, no questions. She had been with us since Cici was in diapers, knew the drill without the words. Outside, I caught the guard on his circuit, a burly guy named Jax with a scar across his knuckles. "Double the watch," I ordered. "Anything moves that ain't us, you light it up." He grunted affirmation, tapping his earpiece as he relayed the order to the team. The night air hit me sharp, carrying the distant hum of the city, but up here in the hills, it felt isolated. Vulnerable.